Our journey started in New London. Where many journeys do.
Barque Eagle, and that's ol' Ledgie in the background.
crossing the bridge -- in fact, in Mystic, a guy said hi to me and said, "Aren't you on the wrong side of the bridge?" But when you need to drive your friend to the Providence airport, you need to cross the bridge.
|I love a good dinghy dock.|
And then? Later in the afternoon? The pièce de résistance? Watch Hill, Rhode Island.
The beach at Watch Hill was covered with weird, round, flat jellies, the like of which I'd never seen before.
Bye Renee. Happy Trails. Now get on back here soon, ya hear?